She looked at me and did the bosa novaI smiled at her and then just walked awaythen the lights came on and it was overto my surprise, she wasn't a girl at allso I packed it up and took to a rock show...where you can feel the pulse getting stronger& you can only hear the beat for so longI asked if there was any way to stop itNo, he said, just smile and act as if...you worship the very ground on which they walk on...no waya temporary absence of gesturea hidden meaning known to everyonea slight misconception of leizuredon't see how that could hurt anyone...I know...butspirit, excellence, further down the road,these are the tools you'll need further down the road.so lets pack it up and take it somewhere special...from a quintessential, existential nightmareto a sanctuary waiting in the sun